I was already in Semenkovo-2 of the Vologda district of the Vologda region at the end of October last year, but I did not dare to get to the dugouts. And they are there! And getting to them turned out to be a very simple matter, even if you drive up by car. But the vegetable storages themselves stand along the field near the reclamation canal on the edge of the village among thickets of bushes and tall grass.
The dugouts here are almost all abandoned, only two are locked, but whether they are used or not is not clear.
And again, mystical sensations. Strong icy wind. May is fierce this year.
The sky is almost cloudless. The wind makes everything rustle and crackle.
Occasionally, the sound of a passing train is heard. There is a railway nearby.
It is very difficult to take pictures in such places. May is not made for colorful night light.
The nights until August will now turn blue. And the absence of light sources only enhances the blueness.
If in winter a clear starry night was ideal for photographing cellars, then in summer it is better to choose cloudy weather.
Why is there mysticism among the dugouts?
Is it because of the remote and semi-abandoned places? There are never any people here.
Or maybe it's just a frequency, another world where miracles happen. They have happened!
I want to reconnect to the state I experienced exactly one year ago. And by the way, it was Semenkovo...only without the number 2 in the name, as these are two different localities.
I think if you start photographing the dugouts again, then miracles will happen again. But this frequency is dangerous, where there is a thin, imperceptible line between space and something oppressively oppressive. The main thing is not to catch the second one.